Saturday, April 15, 2017

Jazz Fest 2017

The Spell of
Jazz

By

Debbie
Lindsey

Jazz Fest is that magical moment in
time when fairy dust is scattered over the city and enchantment rules. It is also a two week period when, as my
friend Gallivan so keenly stated, “The collective IQ of the City is
raised”. Why this festival? Is it because
it’s grounded in the rich soil of New Orleans talent and creativity—thus a magnet
for additional outside musical genius and creative souls to gravitate to? Is it the festival or the city? And
more importantly, will the magic endure?

My first Jazz Fest was in 1989 and
with each year that followed I became more and more captivated by this escape
from the mundane. As a person that
rarely hits the late night (or early night) live music scene (shame on me) I am
thrilled to fill my ears and eyes with so much local and international
talent. I delight in discovering new
musicians each year and humbled and grateful to have been in the presence of
such legendary luminaries as Dave Brubeck.
Or to witness the debut of young talents that as the years pass have
grown into musical forces that are poised to carry the torch of jazz well into
the future.

Of course I speak of jazz, which is
my favorite genre of music, yet every Jazz Fest I listen, learn, and develop
love affairs with Blues, Zydeco, Gospel and more, much more. Also, live music tends to train my ear, by
way of watching, to identify the instrumentations and techniques that create
the musical magic. Now, that sound is a clarinet; that riff a
saxophone, the flurry of notes a glissando, the rush of goose bumps up and down
my spine is instigated by the slides and sweeps of a guitar, and the tears that
fill my eyes are the result of bow to strings. My musical skills are limited to tuning the
radio and spinning some vinyl; my ears are basically illiterate to the “whats
and hows” of crafting music. For me witnessing this art form in action imparts
some knowledge that, for me enhances the nuances that only certain instruments,
musicians and even vocalists can render. Yet, to my delight, being a bit of a musical
neophyte prevents me from becoming too analytical and it therefore remains a
magical sound that defies description and logic.

Now, enough about the music. “What? It’s
Jazz Fest, what do ya mean?” Hold on, I am not making light of the central
theme of this festival—but there is so much more…and for me this is where lurks
the quirks, the enchantments. Every year
the spell of Jazz Fest envelopes me with the very first scaffold that is placed
within the Fairgrounds. I am one of
those lucky folks that live within sight and sound of Jazz Fest and can witness
it unfolding during the weeks leading up.
Without fail, every year when I spot that first tent being raised I am
filled with euphoria like a kid waiting for Christmas. And my
Santa wears sunglasses and plays sax.

I live in a neighborhood that is
ground zero for Jazz Fest and I am proud to report that most residing here feel
lucky, even privileged (I know I do) to be able to partake, party, and play
within the perimeters of this event. The
neighborhood gussies up with fresh mowed lawns, flower pots spilling forth
added color, string lights glow from porches, and our freak flags fly. In addition, the trash cans are adorned with
yellow “caution” tape and double as guards protecting our driveways and parking
spots. Parking takes on the feel of a
sporting event. The world descends upon
this otherwise laid back hamlet and while there is some needed territorialism
to secure parking after a day at work I must say I find an overall spirit of
courtesy among neighbors and visitors.

Living on the side-lines of the Fair
Grounds allows the fest to continue even after you exit the gates. And, gawd forbid, if you had to work and miss
a day, you still have the stroll option for the ‘post game’ fest. As always there are pop-up bands performing
their own magic for the price of a tip.
Add to this various vendors selling cold beverages (some adult brews
too), crafts, and food. And Liuzza’s By The
Track is a must! Some of their signature
culinary creations are available for carry out and the bar and libations are
flowing with glee. Prices are good, and
please tip generously. Heck, tip like a
Rockefeller all during this extravaganza—from restroom attendants, food
vendors, bartenders, to street musicians.
Hey while we’re at it—make sure you take care of that taxi driver and
even your UBER guy (UBER works with a credit card billing thingy…but the
drivers still need and appreciate tips.
The UBER corporation might be raking in the bucks but the drivers are
like the rest of us—workin’ to make ends meet).

Magical Realism is definitely woven
into Jazz Fest. Perhaps it’s a frame of
mind and if that’s the case, then you can bet I am defiantly forgoing the
mundane and choosing to see every serendipitous moment, chance meetings of old
friends (hoping to see ya Cathy in your usual spot at the Jazz Tent), rainy
days when not a drop of water hits me, and the magic of an air-conditioned
port-a-potty. For me it has always been
a matter of being at the right place at the right time. This year I will secure new memories, witness
fresh talent, explore the food, and savor the unexpected. Yet all the while I will be hoping to find
that certain things remain the same--the courtesies, enthusiasm, and of course
the magic.